Fifty Minutes

Julie Webb

Description

Introducing readers to the world of counselling and psychotherapy, Fifty Minutes is a collection of fictional dialogues. As readers witness therapy sessions and their impact upon the ordinary lives of the characters, they gain a unique insight into the nature of the work, without textbook jargon.A host of characters populate Fifty Minutes. Readers meet Tess, who is coming to the end of her life and wants to share some old feelings that never really left her; Meg, who is processing the end of a long-term illicit relationship which gets muddled with grieving for her suicidal mother; and Jack and Christine, a married couple on the brink of collapse. Even the therapist with no name has her own life experiences that get a little muddled in the work.What is therapy and how does it help with the necessary dilemmas that we suffer and face during the lifespan? Fifty Minutes demonstrates the complexity, but also the value of treating one another with humility, compassion and acceptance.

Sujets

• Short story

Informations

• Publié par: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Date de parution: 08 avril 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781838598235
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 3 Mo

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Copyright © 2020 Julie Webb

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


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Dad
1938-2020


Contents
Introduction
Tess
Meg
Luke
Rosie
Fiona
Felix
Meg
Luke
Rosie
Felix
Jack and Christine
Supervision
Meg
Luke
Rosie
Fiona
Felix
Jack
Afterword
Acknowledgements


Introduction
It has been estimated that there are over four hundred models of therapy, but I want to argue that there are as many models of therapy as there are therapists. However, all models pivot around a number of themes, some of which include acknowledging that the past influences the present; as bodies we experience powerful feelings that provide us with information; we form habits of thinking that influence our behaviour; relatedness is key to a sense of self; we live holding a constant tension that we will die. There is nothing medical in the themes listed here as they are all existential in nature.
The world of counselling and psychotherapy is constantly at odds with itself. That is a really good thing because in this sense the art of therapy in practice, resonates with what it is to exist as a human being: we are constantly at odds with ourselves. This being at odds seems to be a tension that we hold throughout our lives, not least because at a very early age we become aware of hurtling towards our own annihilation – death – realisation that can feel nonsensical, frightening, even cruel.
Whilst internally it may feel that we walk the earth alone holding this tension, we are also viscerally aware that we exist in a world full of others – people, animals, trees, mountains, fields and fauna. And not just others out there, but the sense of otherness within oneself. We could say that we are strangers to ourselves and that can create many tensions, for we want to be sure of ourselves, have a sense that we know who we are and feel strong and secure in our knowing. But what would it mean to know thyself , which is what many philosophical discourses, religious doctrines and therapeutic texts want to assert? And if I want to assert the opposite – that perhaps I do not know myself, that there is no self to know – who or what is it that is asserting? Well, there seems to be a body-mind consciousness in existence; a fleshy mass of hot blood that experiences thoughts and feelings, which seem to manifest and erupt from somewhere deep within and sometimes make the hair on my skin stand on end. It has an outward appearance of a form categorised as “woman” and functions as a woman – performs womanhood – an experiential performance that has been created by many influences such as biology, family, culture, society and psychology. It has been given the name Julie. The word Julie has become a signifier to refer to this fleshy mass sitting here. Though there are many Julies in the world, none are me.
If the “I” or “Julie” is just a signifier or referent point for this mass dwelling on earth, what am I articulating when I say there is no self to know? Well, what I want to say is that there is no fixed me and like a number of philosophers, poets and artists, I believe a firm identity is a poison and know thyself can be misleading. If I want to speak about myself I do so on the understanding that I may be quite unreliable, inconsistent, contradictory and paradoxical, and when I speak as a self I am probably referring to some set of beliefs I think I have in any given moment (including this one you understand). But the crucial point here is that a moment comes, and it goes, or rather the moment moves through me, and as it does so I cannot predict what it will bring with it and as such, I err towards those philosophical ideas that the “I” is an emergence – a primal, immanent vitality that is a constant beat. If you like, a constant moment-to-moment becoming. Poetic? I guess we have to be in the mood for poetics and when clients arrive for therapy feeling that life is not worth living, poetics is not what they want to hear, or often, are even able to hear. They want answers, a guide or manual, maybe an app with a set of instructions of how to get through their suffering or dilemma. Unfortunately, or I believe fortunately, there is no instruction manual and there are no answers. Really. As a therapist what I have is poetics: a lyrical curiosity to what appears in the therapeutic space; that I trust every person to have the capacity to work through their suffering; has the ability to weather storms; has the tenacity to dig deep and listen with their eyes and see with their ears to become attuned to the immanent vitality squirming deep down in the belly; that like all animals they instinctively know what they need and want. Needs and wants can often also be at odds with one another, particularly when experienced against a backdrop of capitalism, religion, social morality and family dynamics. But in fact, we need what we want and want what we need.
Therapy is one way of getting to the poetics of existence by engaging in the dance of person-to-person encounter, one-to-one or as part of a group, often in a small but comfortable room, sometimes during a walk in the park, occasionally via a computer screen or perhaps up a mountain and in the wild, wild woods. We will encounter words, silence, sometimes music, poetry, objects, movement. We are many different things and may require a diverse approach to aid a therapeutic journey.
Therapy can be an artistic activity to enquire and engage in the conflict felt within the body-mind system; tensions held between the referent “I” and the “other”, both the stranger within and out there in the world; a path of reflection; a process to investigate dilemma. It is my belief that the best place counselling and psychotherapy can get to, is to aid a person to reach a point that when disturbance arises (and it will do so throughout the lifespan), she can be OK in it, even if she finds herself derailed. One might call this “resilience”, which is the current buzzword in wellbeing parlance. The buzzword used to be “happy”. Then we realised that we couldn’t be happy all of the time. Maybe it’s contentment – maybe that’s the place we need to get to? Maybe. But I am interested in how we can be OK in the discontentment of our ordinary daily lives. And how, if the discontentment is about social injustice, political reform or ethical encounter, can we fight and change things without becoming lost to despair or violent action? Therapy is like other art forms, it is political, social, personal, internal and external. How do these ideas play out in practice during therapy? Regardless of any sales pitch, therapists cannot know upfront what a client will bring, what the response will be, what will be felt, where the work will go. There is a trust that the journey will be where the client takes us and a faith that the therapist can not only be a companion on that unknown journey but can be open to being changed by it too. This notion places great emphasis on moment-to-moment experiencing and responsibility for how that experiencing is responded to. Often client work is to focus on the here and now, noticing and aiding a client to articulate what they are experiencing in the room when they are expressing something about their lives – whether past, present or future.
Not everyone sees therapy as an art form. It has become many things in our contemporary culture and the art form is currently under attack from bureaucrats; employers wanting us back to work speedily; producers wanting more production; medics wanting to cure; and clients wanting to be “fixed” because they have been sold the idea that therapy can “fix” people. People are not broken, even if they feel themselves to be. There is no cure for the human condition. None. A human being is neither a cancer nor a riddle. Though for sure, a human being can become ill and sometimes be confused and confusing. And counselling and psychotherapy is not for capital gain, but for a sense of freedom and wellbeing for and in itself.
The collection of stories that follow offer descriptions of therapeutic encounter via fictional dialogues between client and therapist: snippets of someone’s life fifty minutes at a time. They are ordinary stories about the ordinariness of life lived in a world with others. In reality the majority of work as a therapist is ordinary. Of course, we work with severe trauma, hideous abuse/violence, complex personality issues, terminal illness, but the majority of the work is working with human beings who are distressed, anxious, confused, or suff